broke up with Zhang Yue on the first floor, and Qiao Yue continued to go down to the first floor to pick up the car.

When they separated, Zhang Yue looked a little lost, Qiao Yue knew that no matter how much she cared, he was still a little sad.

But no one can force emotional matters, she can only try not to hurt anyone.

Back at the valley villa, Qiao Yue took the clothes out of the bag, and then found a hanger to hang in the bedroom, planning to let him try it when Su Mingyuan came back.

Although the clerk in the clothing store had already ironed the coat, Qiao Yue still found a steam iron, carefully ironed the pair again, and then hung it on the hanger to dry.

Qiao Yue stood in front of the hanger, looking at this windbreaker, imagining the feeling that Su Mingyuan wore it, and couldn't help but feel happy in her heart, it was also a kind of happiness to be able to pick clothes for the person she loved.

Qiao Yue stretched out her hand and touched her clothes, then put away the steam iron.

There were still some things brought back from Jingshan Villa that had not been sorted out, Qiao Yue sorted out the things again, and then sat on the sofa and read a book for a while.

Recently, she has become obsessed with Dream of Red Mansions, this is the second time she has read it this year, and she still thinks it is very interesting, and every time she sees it, it feels different, maybe this is the essence of the masterpiece.

After watching it for a while, Qiao Yue felt a wave of sleepiness coming, she rubbed her eyes, put down the kidl, and planned to take a nap.

Lying on the bed, the majestic wind blew through the window screen from the balcony, and Qiao Yue soon fell asleep.

In her sleep, she returned to Sumu Village, which had been eight years old, and everything was as she remembered it, and it hadn't changed at all.

Qiao Yue was walking on the road, in the direction of home, the sun was shining, the majesty was very comfortable, she looked at everything around her, her eyes were full of greed.

She walked to the door of the house, and saw her mother standing in the courtyard in a black skirt from a distance, and when she saw the familiar back, Qiao Yue's nose counted, and tears almost fell.

But when she saw that the person standing opposite her mother and talking to her was Su Mingyuan's father, her mood immediately became complicated.

The front yard of the villa is fenced, half a person high, and it does not interfere with chatting at all through the fence.

Qiao Yue's heart chuckled, although she didn't believe that her mother would do such a thing at all, but her heart still sank, after all, that incident had caused indelible damage to her life, so she had palpitations.

Qiao Yue walked over, wanting to hear what her mother and Su Mingyuan's father were saying, she gradually approached the place where they were standing, and saw suddenly a white figure flashing around the corner not far away, only to see her holding a basketball in her hand, hiding behind a tree, and looking towards the two people who were chatting.

Through the yellow bow headband in her hair, Qiao Yue recognized that the person who was hiding behind the tree with a basketball was Luo Ting, because she had seen Luo Ting wear that bow headband, that is, at her birthday party, she was still good at her headband.

Seeing the basketball she was holding in her hand, Qiao Yue remembered the rumors that had been spread about her mother and Su Mingyuan's father.

Luo Ting said that she went to find Su Mingyuan to play basketball when she bumped into the picture of her mother and Su Mingyuan's father hugging each other, and said that her mother passed a black dress at that time.

Qiao Yue stood there quietly, looking at Luo Ting who was hiding there and peeping, her eyes suddenly became cold.